A Moment's Seriousness, I'm Afraid

I promised myself that the one thing I would try and avoid with this blog is politics. This isn't a political blog, but I don't believe that this is a political issue.

I want to have a word with our American cousins, citizens of that proud nation across the water. Land of the Brave, Home of the Free ... you know the place.

I'm sorry to have to break this to you: your President is a fucking lunatic.

Seriously. This isn't a political issue, it's a moral one.

Stop him. Please. Just fucking stop him. He's a maniac intent on rolling back history by 600 years and starting a new crusade.

I don’t care what you do: petition your elected representatives to reign in the power of the executive branch; impeach him; storm the fucking White House and string the demented little fucktard up from the nearest street lamp with piano wire, if that's what it takes.

I don't care, just stop him before he starts another war. Please, for the love of God, stand up and say: "Enough. You have the intellectual capacity of a sea squirt* and we realize now that you shouldn't be in charge of flipping burgers at Mickey Ds, never mind running the most powerful nation on Earth. Sorry. Our mistake. May we please have our country back?"

There is a school of thought that says you don't get to be President of the United States by being an idiot. Well ... if there's an exception that proves the rule, we're looking at him.

Case in point? How about the air of utter bemusement this intellectual pygmy radiates when confronted with the mess in Iraq? The palpable sense that he cannot understand how this abominable, clusterfuck of a crime against humanity has come about.

Newsflash, you cretin: anyone with the slightest fucking clue has known that this would be the near-inevitable outcome for over a decade. Your own fucking Dad knew, and that what was stopped him from knocking over Hussein's regime back in 1990.

How could you not have grasped that? How can it come to light in the last few weeks that Pentagon analysts have started to model scenarios for possible outcomes if the Kurds declare independence?

Started? For. Fuck's. Sake. This was one of the most blindingly obvious potential repercussions of your illegal war in the first place. A fucking standard poodle could have seen this coming. A fucking standard poodle would probably have concluded that maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

But Dubya? Ohhh, no ... he has right on his side, the Good Lord sits on his shoulder. How could things go wrong?

Take a long, hard look. I wish that you would hang your head in shame, but I don't believe for a second that you understand the enormity of what you've done.

(As an aside: I'm not a religious man, but I hope that there is a very special place reserved in Hell for Tony Blair as a result of his craven, supine capitulation to Dubya's imperialist leanings.)

No matter, though. It's done. Can't take it back, and there's probably no way of making it right, either.

Depressing as that thought is, surely he can't be allowed to do it again? Surely?

Stop him. I'm begging you. Stand up and say "Stop." Take a look at those poor, brave bastards in Burma and find your spines. Grow some balls and say: "No more."

Please. I'm begging you.

*You know: the sea squirt ... the animal that reaches adulthood, attaches itself to a rock and then, having found its place in the world, digests its own brain because it has no further use for it ....